Brenda said, “Yeah. Listen. Don’t use words like fuck or pussy or anything like that unless you are talking about having sex. Ronny doesn’t like that.”
Lisa said, “Nor would he. I never thought about that before. OK, thanks. Yeah, that makes sense. I’m sorry that you didn’t get a chance to do it yet. I can tell you didn’t. But I’m happy you had that time on the beach at least. He just about made me come all over myself checking to make sure that your swimsuit was loose enough to have sex in the ocean.”
Brenda said, “Did you actually masturbate when you left the room?”
Lisa said, “No. I didn’t want to miss anything. I just went pee and wiped up a bit. I got wetter than I am used to.”
Brenda said, “You and me both, sister!”
Chapter 7 - Crescendo
We were on our way back to the car now and Lisa said, “So, what do you like? What positions and stuff?
Brenda said, “I really don’t know. I’ve never really done anything that was fun at all.”
Lisa said, “Me too. I know how to dress you, but I really don’t know much about what kind of sex I’ll want.”
I said, “Lisa, where should we go for dinner?”
She said, “When it gets dark, the poolside restaurant at the resort will be quiet, dark, and private.”
I said, “Yes it will. That will be great.”
We were just ten minutes from the resort and this time, I drove around and down to the lower parking lot, closer to the wing that we were staying in. It was open to the public, unlike the upper lot, and people who came to the beach at the little bay in front of the resort were able to park there. That made it hard to find a spot most of the time. But it was a weekday and early in the afternoon and we got lucky.
Our first task was to go to my room and pack my things. The girls jumped right in and all my stuff was shoved into my small suitcase in under 5 minutes. I probably could have called the desk and had someone meet us at the room that we were transferring to, but I didn’t mind walking down to the desk to make the arrangements. The girls showed their IDs and we were given 3 cards to access the room. From there it was back up to the 14th floor and all the way to the end of the hall. These corner units were nice large single bedroom suites overlooking the bay on one said and the pool on the other. It was nice. I’d never stayed in one of these. It wasn’t that much more expensive than the room that I’d been in and it seemed worth it to have a larger bathroom and shower, given my new circumstances.
The girls were impressed. The view and the balcony and the living area were so nice that there wasn’t much reason to ever leave except for food and to swim. The balcony was large, but not quite private enough for sunbathing fully nude. We could certainly leave the curtains open and no one would ever see us inside though, even at night.
I had planned to set down my stuff and then head to the pool to talk, but staying here seemed more comfortable now. It was December and it would be dark in another 30 minutes or so, and then we would head down to dinner. I’d been up since before dawn though and I was planning to turn in early if possible. I intended to have Lisa stay, but we’d see what happened.
The girls had been examining the suite and were very excited about the bed, the view, the huge shower which they claimed was big enough for several people at the same time, and the sitting area in the living room. There was a small kitchen area as well. Maybe we’d buy some cereal and fruit for breakfasts.
I kind of wanted to be alone for a few minutes. What I was doing was crazy. But I was going to do it anyway.
I said, “Brenda, go take a shower before dinner. Shave the way that Lisa told you to. Lisa, go with her. Use my razor. We threw Brenda’s away this morning. After dinner we’ll get some nice bath salts and any lotions or shampoos that you want. For now, just use what they provide in the suite. Don’t take too long. We’ll go to dinner in 30 minutes.”
The girls didn’t question me. They disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the water start running. I think they left the door open. Probably at Lisa’s direction.
I wasn’t the kind of guy that was used to telling people what to do. Certainly not women. I wasn’t afraid of them; far from it. It was just that most didn’t take well to being told what to do by a man. This morning, when I had nothing to lose, I’d taken that tack with Brenda and it had worked. And Lisa had been telling Brenda what to do all afternoon. Telling Lisa what to do if I wanted to was a natural extension. She expected it. It appealed to her sense of command hierarchy and the idea that if you knew what to do at a particular moment that you were in charge.
It was strange. This wasn’t what I had been yesterday. Today I was a king in my home. My home was the space around me. My people were these two women, mature, beautiful, and just a few years younger than myself, who had been thrown into my world in the most unexpected way. No one was under any kind of a spell or anything like that, but it did seem a bit like magic. The magic started when Brenda sat down and I took the lead on what was going to happen and when. She had choices. The choice she made was to do what I said was going to happen. She could get off the ride at any time.
Except that she couldn’t. Lisa couldn’t either. Neither could I. Not and be what we were meant to be. I knew that we all had questions, but I’d explain it to them later. Soon. At dinner. What I needed to do was to continue to act on my intuition and stay on target. If it all fell apart, what did I care? I didn’t have this yesterday and as long as I didn’t hurt anyone or end up in jail, it didn’t matter if I lost it all on one big bet. But I had no intention of losing it. The deal was sealed. It didn’t make any sense in some respects, but I was going to quit second-guessing all of it. Hell, Brenda said she loved me. I was sure that I loved her. And for some reason it was the same with Lisa. There was no logical explanation for it. Except for the one that I knew to be true. The one that I would explain at dinner.
Lisa came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, just like Brenda had been in my room this morning. Her hair was wet. I turned in the comfortable chair that I was in and faced her.
She said, “There’s only one hairdryer. I’ll do mine when Brenda is done.”
I said, “Lisa, drop the towel and come here.”
Lisa let the towel fall and hurried to stand in front of me. I held out my hand and pulled her into my lap.
I said, “I like you. You know that I love you and will love you even more day after day, but I want you to know that I like you. I like how you think. I like how you tell the truth. And part of that is I like how you tell Brenda the truth about what she needs to do and who she is. Thank you for telling both of us who she is. I wouldn't have known everything that you did. I am thrilled at what you have done for us.”
She said, “Oh, thank you. Um, that means more to me to hear you say that than I thought it would. I was just being honest.”
I said, “I know. And that’s our rule for us. To be honest with each other. Brenda and I agreed to an experiment where we committed to it. To tell the truth without fear about the consequences. And to tell the truth even in spite of the fear.”
Lisa said, “She told me about that at the store. That’s why I started doing it.”
I said, “Good. I’m not going to ask if this is really what you want or if you have any questions or if you are sure about what we are doing. You tell me if you need anything.”
She said pensively, “Ronny, am I pretty?”
I said, “You are. You are beautiful, inside and out. But you’re asking about your physical appearance. Yes. You are pretty. Beautiful. And yes, worthy of being with me in that respect, according to your words, not mine. And if you mean your legs, your butt, your breasts, or your face, yes, you are pretty. Let me show you.”
I slid my left hand up from her waist where it had been holding her against me and cupped her right breast. I gave it a good, tender squeeze and then touched the nipple. I held my hand there afterward as if I was hugging that part of her in particular.
Lisa said, “That feels nice. Roland, this is real, isn’t it?”
I said, “It is. I’ll explain it at dinner. Does that really feel nice?”
She said, “It does. I love you. I don’t really know why or how. But that feels nice and I want to be loved by you. I want you to be the one that touches me finally.”
I said, “That’s exactly what I am going to be for you. Lisa, you belong here. I know that. And I’m going to hang onto you from now on. You’ll get what you want.”
Lisa looked at me with longing and a bit of sadness and I kissed her again, like I had when she came to me at the side of the car.
I said, “Now Sweetie, do your job. Tell me what to wear.”
She grinned and said, “For dinner, at the side of the pool, you wear your jeans. I wish you had something casual but just a little nicer. We’ll fix that. But for tonight, your jeans and a tropical shirt. No T-shirt. Let me get it for you.”
She hopped off my lap and went and found the clothes that she wanted me to wear. Brenda came from the bathroom at that moment wearing a towel, but with her hair dry. Seeing Lisa naked, Brenda smiled and shyly handed me her towel and I grinned and tossed it on the floor with Lisa’s.
Lisa said, “Darn. I was just about to dress him. I better dry my hair though. Brenda, here’s what you will wear tonight…”
I interrupted and said, “We aren’t in a hurry. We aren’t going anywhere at a particular time. Lisa, go dry your hair and we’ll wait for you. We can all get dressed together.”
Lisa looked happily surprised and said, “OK. It’ll just take me a minute,” and she ran to the bathroom.
I stood and looked at Brenda. She was beautiful. And those breasts!
Brenda wasn’t a model. She wasn’t thin. And she certainly wasn’t in her twenties. The top of her head came up to my chin. Lisa was about two inches taller than that. But those breasts! At her age, it might be surprising that they were still so shapely. They certainly weren’t fake. They were full and natural. They were slightly pointy at the ends. Her areola were small but pronounced, projecting slightly, topped with large full nipples. Yeah, Brenda’s nipples weren’t flat little things that hid on her chest.
She noticed my gaze and said, bashfully, “They are almost always like that. I mean, they’re always kind of big, even if I’m not horny like I have been all day.”
I chuckled and said, “Horny?”
She said, “Yes. Horny. Horny as hell and scared out of my mind.”
I continued to examine Brenda’s captivating breasts with my eyes and asked, “Brenda, are they sensitive?”
She said, “Roland, I can feel you looking at me. I can feel your eyes on them right now. You might as well be mauling me with your hands. Yes, they are very sensitive. Now they are. They have been for days. Every time I looked at you, it was like my tits were sucked in your direction. You won’t believe me, but more than once you walked past the lounge chair that I was laying on and I felt something drag my nipples toward you like a magnet. And no, it has not always been that way. It has never been that way. I was ashamed of them. Yes, they were always big. I developed in the fifth grade. When I was ten years old. And I always felt like they were weird. They aren’t shaped like other girls. They aren’t shaped like Lisa. I always felt like I was a little bit of a freak. And my ex-husband reinforced that. He never said it, but he wasn’t really interested in my breasts. He liked beach balls. Cantaloupes. Big round things that looked like they were pumped up like a volleyball.”
She was getting angry and agitated and stopped to take a breath. And then she started to cry.
She said, “But you! This morning, you wanted to see them. Not because they were weird, but because you find them attractive. I saw it on your face when I sat down. Of course, I was wearing a bra then, but still, you were at least interested. And then you quote ‘borrowed’ my towel so that you could take a look at me. I knew that’s what we were doing. We were testing to see if you really liked how I looked or not. And you did. But then, you went farther. You told me not to wear a bra. You have no idea what that did to me. To have you accept and even want to be seen with me without a bra. It was unthinkable. It was one of the hardest things that I had ever done, and in a way, one of the easiest. Yes, I’d go without a bra. I’d go anywhere with you. And that’s when I knew that I would never turn back. That’s when I knew that you owned my breasts. And if my breasts, then all of me. I have to say something. No, you don’t own me. I know that. But you do. My breasts know that you do! So just accept it. Don’t ask me about it. Just accept it! The way that I have to. Lisa knows.”
Lisa came from the bathroom at that moment and said, “Is everything OK? I heard yelling.”
Brenda sobbed and said, “Yes. It’s fine. It’s my breasts, that’s all. It’s fine.”
Lisa shrugged and said, “You have great breasts. I’ll be done in a moment,” and she disappeared into the bathroom again.
Brenda shouted, “See? She accepts me too!”
I smiled and said, “Brenda, Sweetie, come here,” and I took her into my arms.
I said, “Sweetie, help me get undressed.”
Brenda reached between us and undid my pants and pushed them to the floor and then pulled my T-shirt over my head. When I was as naked as she was, I pushed her body against mine, making sure to press her chest into my skin. I held her like that and she continued crying for a few minutes. Lowering myself to my knees in front of her, I did what I’d wanted to do since I’d first seen her. I crushed her chest against my face and let her warmth flood my being. One of my hands went to her butt and held her tight while the other went to her breast and drew it toward my lips. I took a mouthful and started to make love to it with my lips and tongue.
Brenda responded enthusiastically. Her breasts did, anyway. The rest of her might be somewhere else, but her breasts were mine and they told me so. Her nipples swelled even larger and I felt her crotch begin to push itself against my stomach, writhing and grinding slowly. Brenda’s head slumped forward as I kissed and licked her. After a minute, I saw Lisa standing behind Brenda, hugging her and rubbing and kissing her neck tenderly.
Brenda went stiff suddenly and grabbed my head and pulled me hard against her breast as she shuddered in orgasm, throwing her head back and opening her mouth wide as she groaned loudly. I stayed where I was, flicking and sucking on her engorged cherry as I kneaded her breasts somewhat roughly now. Brenda gasped and started to bounced and then screamed in ecstasy, crushing herself against me with both arms around my head.
After her second climax, I felt Brenda start to fall forward and her knees started to buckle. Lisa noticed and tried to hold her naked friend up while I crouched lower and let Brenda fall over my shoulder with my arms around her knees to keep her from falling on the floor in a heap. Catching her weight, I lifted her and took her to the sofa nearby and laid her down on her back.
Brenda landed in a sprawled position, her arm above her head and her legs spread, one foot on the floor. Her newly trimmed pubic area was nicely displayed and I wanted to kiss it. So I did. Getting on my knees beside the sofa, I put my face into Brenda’s crotch and kissed her lovingly on her vulva. It was sweet. She was slightly wet, but since I hadn’t touched her there, she was still closed. I wanted to keep going, to bring her to at least one more climax and possibly more, but I knew that she was done for now.
Lisa stood beside me, a look of awe and anticipation on her face. I looked up at her and almost decided to drag her to the bedroom and fuck her right then. I knew that she wouldn’t resist, complain, or hesitate. She’d welcome me. Eagerly. I was erect and ready, but I wanted something else more than that right now. My brain did, anyway.
I stood up and said breathlessly, “Lisa, we have to wait. We have to.”
She smiled and said, “Yeah. I know. I want it so bad right now, too. But yeah, dinner first. I know.”
Brenda was recovering now and started to sit up. Lisa smiled and took charge.
Lisa sai
d, “OK. Let’s get everyone dressed for dinner. Ronny, you know what to wear. Brenda, you and I are going to wear the dresses that we had on this afternoon, but tonight we wear bras and panties.”
Brenda seemed like she was disappointed at the idea.
Lisa said, “This is business. You need business underwear. The see-through floral bra and panties. The under-wire. It will be comfortable for this. Put on your bra first.”
Lisa handed Brenda a bra and then started to put her own on. She stopped Brenda a second later.
She said, “Oh Sweetie. You dear thing. Brenda my love, you don’t even know how to put your bra on the right way. It’s a good thing that you won’t be wearing one very often. It’s almost like your tits are repulsed by the very idea and are rebelling against you. Hey, pretty boobies, listen to me. We love you. We’re going to take good care of you. It’s all going to be OK. Now, Brenda, watch me and do what I do. See? Like this.”
Lisa demonstrated the “proper” way to put on a bra, at least in her opinion, and it did look like Brenda thought that it was an improvement over the way that she had been struggling a minute ago.
When she had the thing all the way on, Brenda tugged at the front a bit and then cupped herself and looked down and said, “Wow. That feels pretty good. Like it really fits. That’s weird. And it feels really breezy. Like the air just goes right through it. It kind of isn’t even there. But it holds me up in a nice way. I like it.”
Lisa smiled and said, “And now these,” and handed the other woman a pair of lace panties that matched the bra.
When both of them were in their undies, Lisa said, “Now before you put on your dress, there’s another important step. Think of this as a ritual. Always put on your bra first. Always take off your panties first. If you are wearing just one of them, it should always be the bra. There will be times for wearing just panties, but when dressing and undressing, panties are the last thing on and the first thing off. Then, make sure that Ronny takes a good look at you before you cover up. He has to be able to picture you all evening and be able to undress you with his eyes easily. Got it. Repeat it back for me. What’s the ritual?”
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